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“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence.,Jimmy tried not to look pleased, but failed. Something about May Nell attracted him, whether it was her beauty, her fearlessness, or her air of distinction he did not know. It was really her recognition of something fine in him that his cold and irascible father had almost whipped out of him.,Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm.,“Alone?”,Billy could not remember that he had.,‘The antlered monarch of the waste,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,“Oh, I s’pose she can, only a fellow doesn’t expect it of her. How came you out here? I thought you’d be watching for refugees.”,By this time Betty was getting hoarse and instructed her perspiring assistant what next to shout and the most fetching modulations of voice to use. The change in program was bellowed in Moses’ raucous voice, “An orstrich here, only fifty cents to see a live trained orstrich!” A huge swallow and he continued, “Brought from Carliforny and trained by the famousest lady Betty Wopp.” After further instructions he went on, “This orstrich is named Job Wopp. He kin lay the largest aig in the world, kin run faster than any horse, could strike you dead with the hoof of his clawr.” Further whispering on the part of Betty and the address concluded, “Yet, ladies and gents, he is as gentle as a spring chicking.”,“Yes; but I’m afraid my papa’s dead, he’s been gone so long.” How she hated that word “kid.”,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,“Yes. You see, she rents some of the rooms, and she says they must look extra nice on Sunday so the men won’t mosey off to the saloons.”.